Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Germany and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by John Foxx. All the underground hits.
All Bang On A Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
Bobby Byrd,
Audionom,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
The Red Krayola,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
OOIOO,
Lalann,
Marine Girls,
UT,
Fat Boys,
Idris Muhammad,
Amon Düül,
Smog,
Stetsasonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
David McCallum,
the Fania All-Stars,
Unwound,
LL Cool J,
DNA,
Jimmy McGriff,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Donald Byrd,
Fifty Foot Hose,
8 Eyed Spy,
Morten Harket,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Boredoms,
Banda Bassotti,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Pussy Galore,
Carl Craig,
Underground Resistance,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
AZ,
Cal Tjader,
Glambeats Corp.,
Kerri Chandler,
Echospace,
Quando Quango,
Negative Approach,
Brand Nubian,
Roger Hodgson,
Joey Negro,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Minutemen,
Prince Buster,
Babytalk,
MC5, MC5, MC5, MC5.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.